Oktoberfest

OK, Dachau still stirs a little dark reflection. You see why we had to truck it back into town (Munich) afterwards.
What can I say about Oktoberfest? It rained, a lot. The grey skies had set the mood at Dachau, but it was getting dark by the time we got to Oktoberfest, so it was cold and wet. We fled into a beer-tent that was actually one of the most solid structures at the multi-block fair. These "tents" are about the size of your average gymnasium, full of smoke, food, beer, and dancing. There's nowhere to sit, barely anywhere to stand, and tons of dancing and singing. It was fun, but only for about 20 minutes. We pushed our way through the thickening crowds of the fair back home rather quickly.
We thought we'd be relatively safe from the merry-makers by the time we got on the train. Oh, how wrong we were.
We got on one of the trains with the 6-passanger compartments. If you've never seen one, picture the car that Harry Potter rode in during the last movie. It's like that, but much less nice.
Anyway, we've got our seats and are waiting for the train to depart. I go to the WC on the back of the train, and see a guy trying to get through the locked door. He's to that phase of drunk when you sweat a lot, and he's barely walking right. He's a fairly big guy, but not very tall, with stringy brown hair and wearing liederhosen (during Ocktoberfest there's probably more people in liederhosen than not). Well, I get a good laugh, take care of my business, and head back to the compartment. Who's sitting there? The drunk guy. He's leaning against the wall, asking Tiff, Liz, and Jen where they're from and if there's room in the compartment for more. I offer him a chilly smile and greeting, then sit down by Tiff. He plops down by liz, across from me, and babbles for a good long while. He asks us where we're from at least a half dozen times, then points at each of us and tries to remember. "Amerikanish, Amerikanish, Amerikanish.... Regensburg." He's totally confused by Jen.
He tries to find out where we live, join us for some Regensburg festivities and so on, but we're all pretty good at dodging the question, and he was way too drunk to catch on. Eventually his friend drug him to the next car, where they'd found some other drunks. They all rode back together, and we were all glad to see them on another car.